Disclaimer: Oh how I love repeating myself. I do not own any character
from PotO. They belong to their respective owners. Blah.
Erik pulled away slowly, shaking his head in complete wonderment and disbelief. He brought his fingers to his lips, still feeling the warmth of Christine's kiss upon them. Tears had surfaced in Christine's eyes, daring to spill over onto her cheeks. Erik stepped back a couple steps, not even attempting to avert his eyes from Christine. Suddenly, a tiny thought nagged at the back of his mind. Slowly he turned his gaze from the angel that stood before him and up at the struggling Viscount. He stalked over to where he hung, removing a candle from a nearby candelabra. He noticed Raoul cringe as he shoved the candle in his face. Then with a flick of his arm, the rope had been burned through and Raoul crumpled to the ground. The Viscount struggled to his feet, rubbing his fingers against his neck.
"Christine?" he gasped, his voice harsh.
"Raoul. I-" She rushed over to him.
"Shh… " He looked from The Phantom then to Christine. "You don't need to say anything." The tone in his voice was slightly bitter, but he didn't mean it to be. It probably just happened of it's own accord.
"It's quite obvious what your choice is. " He smiled weakly, brushing a stray curl from her face.
"I can see it in your eyes, Christine. In a way I knew all along. I have never seen such a look of love in your eyes when we're together, as when you mention him. I-"
Raoul was cut off by the sound of approaching chants and shouts. He had nearly forgotten that the mob of angry opera folk would soon be upon them.
Christine looked up as the voices slowly got louder.
"Raoul, please, let me speak. Raoul, I adore you! But, you're like a brother to-" Raoul cringed at this.
"Please, Christine, don't say anymore. It's bad enough that-" He paused, it would probably not be wise to insult the Phantom anymore. He absently rubbed his hand against his neck again. He took in a deep breath then exhaled. "So. Your choice is final then?"
I know… it's short. I was pressed for time!
Erik pulled away slowly, shaking his head in complete wonderment and disbelief. He brought his fingers to his lips, still feeling the warmth of Christine's kiss upon them. Tears had surfaced in Christine's eyes, daring to spill over onto her cheeks. Erik stepped back a couple steps, not even attempting to avert his eyes from Christine. Suddenly, a tiny thought nagged at the back of his mind. Slowly he turned his gaze from the angel that stood before him and up at the struggling Viscount. He stalked over to where he hung, removing a candle from a nearby candelabra. He noticed Raoul cringe as he shoved the candle in his face. Then with a flick of his arm, the rope had been burned through and Raoul crumpled to the ground. The Viscount struggled to his feet, rubbing his fingers against his neck.
"Christine?" he gasped, his voice harsh.
"Raoul. I-" She rushed over to him.
"Shh… " He looked from The Phantom then to Christine. "You don't need to say anything." The tone in his voice was slightly bitter, but he didn't mean it to be. It probably just happened of it's own accord.
"It's quite obvious what your choice is. " He smiled weakly, brushing a stray curl from her face.
"I can see it in your eyes, Christine. In a way I knew all along. I have never seen such a look of love in your eyes when we're together, as when you mention him. I-"
Raoul was cut off by the sound of approaching chants and shouts. He had nearly forgotten that the mob of angry opera folk would soon be upon them.
Christine looked up as the voices slowly got louder.
"Raoul, please, let me speak. Raoul, I adore you! But, you're like a brother to-" Raoul cringed at this.
"Please, Christine, don't say anymore. It's bad enough that-" He paused, it would probably not be wise to insult the Phantom anymore. He absently rubbed his hand against his neck again. He took in a deep breath then exhaled. "So. Your choice is final then?"
I know… it's short. I was pressed for time!